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lifeWe all know how the game is played
the rules, the loopholes, the consequences
a giant competition with no goal
and no winner, only hundreds of millions of losers.
Roll, its your turn, step up to the board
cast your lot to the wind and let chance take its course.
Youve prepared, youve planned, youve made deals,
promises, and when the dice land youre still screwed.
Next player, step up. The rattle of bones calls
the endless plight of all humanity.
move down the track of the board and chose
left or right, the consequences of either is uncertain.
Clatter, stop, I watch as someone reaches the end
their piece slides off the edge of the board
landing in the box six fee below the table.
If only we could stay in the center of the board forever.
dreams made real -Gush warningA dream, beautiful, elegant, and hopeful
clings to my mind as morning light
scratches its way past the blinds and curtains
vibrant color, I dream in color, warm sunlight
through imagined windows dances
across milk white skin, green eyes
sparkling back at my gray, laughter inaudible
as I drift slowly awake.
I want that dream, the memory consumes
my day seeking its realization, laying out
plans for the distant future in hope
that when the time comes shell say yes.
I long for that day, and begin planning
I know it cant be now, must not be now
But soon. Two years is not so long,
two years of bliss is not so long.
Two years, waiting, is not so long,
when the prize is worth waiting for.
Open discussion with my green-eyed lover
talk of beds and chairs and tables,
of rooms and plans and dressers,
talk of curtains to block unwanted viewers,
unspoken acknowledgment of tiny eyes
creeping softly to our room at night.
I shiver with delight reading those words.
Because love when it
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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